speeding through the mountains of eastern tennessee
[well not speeding. angie was too scared]
we leave our vandy cards behind
[proverbially. because we have to return. eventually]
and leave the drama behind too
[or at least. we try]
and on the way there we talk
about the present surroundings
about times past
about a land called senior year
looming not too far in the distance
and we're going 50 in a 65
but time is flying by so fast that
50 is just fine and we speak slower
more deliberate as we
drive up signal mountain and the
air becomes thinner and all the
bad thoughts and feelings
come out the top of my dome and
drift off into God's sky.
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